“You,” she gasped. “I need you.”
His thumb strummed her nipples to taut peaks. “More specific, Spark.”
“I need you inside me. Now. Please.”
A low groan rumbled in his chest before he slid his hand down to twist in the band of her panties, snapping the elastic, his thumb rubbing circles over her hip. A soft, needy sound escaped her lips as he spun her around, pinning her to the wall. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto hers.
“Like this?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “Against the wall?”
“Anywhere,” she breathed. “Everywhere.”
His mouth claimed hers, so deep, so carnal that he left no doubt she was his. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her back to the wall, trusting him to keep her safe.
“Hold on to me,” he commanded, and she obeyed without hesitation.
He swept her up, his mouth never leaving hers as he carried her to the bed. His bed. The scent of his cologne mixed with the salty air, creating an intoxicating aroma that filled her senses.
He quickly shucked his shorts and boxers before coming down on her. He reached between them to position himself at her entrance.
“Look at me,” he said softly. “I want to see your eyes.”
She cupped his face with both hands, meeting his eyes. Both gasped as he drove home.
“Oh god,” she panted, her back arching. “You feel?—”
“Perfect,” he finished for her, his voice strained. “You feel perfect.”
She adjusted to the impact of his cock in her body. The fullness. The stretch. The perfect hand-in-glove feel of him inside her. Her own feelings burned in his eyes, as if he too were fighting for control, forging a connection that went beyond the physical.
“Don’t hold back,” she whispered. “I want all of you.”
Then it was gone—his control shattered.
He pounded into her, hands clenched on her hips, thrusts so hard they lifted her from the bed.
“Yes,” she groaned in pleasure, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, trapping him. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
“Not planning on it,” he growled.
She hung on, lost in sensation, as he plunged in and out, claiming her, making her his. Her nails scraped down his back as she clutched onto him, feeling the slick sweat of their combined effort. Her body shook as she felt an orgasm building, simmering electricity pulsed through her veins.
“I’m close,” she gasped. “So close.”
“Let go,” he urged. “I want to feel you come around me.”
His words pushed her over the edge. She convulsed beneath him, muffling her screams against his shoulder even as he stiffened above her.
“Lena,” he groaned her name like a prayer as he too came.
The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the scent of their lovemaking.
He collapsed on top of her, and she could feel the pounding of his heart. Her legs slid from him, and he shifted slightly, taking the weight of his body off her. They both breathed heavily as their muscles slowly relaxed.
When he shifted to pull out, Lena tightened her hold on him. “Not yet. Stay.”
“Wasn’t going anywhere,” he murmured, rolling them to the side, their bodies still joined, his biceps pillowing her cheek.
She draped a knee over his hip and snuggled her face into his chest, his breath warm on her neck. His arm wrapped around her waist, his hand cupping a breast, the intimacy of the moment enveloping her.
